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My electronic eyes
Humming and creaking
Can’t see the object
Of my temporary desire
Right in front of them
Then they grow red
Starting steaming like
It’s the 19th century
Overload with tears
That’s actually hot oil
And shut down
Page not found, my ass
Humming and creaking
Can’t see the object
Of my temporary desire
Right in front of them
Then they grow red
Starting steaming like
It’s the 19th century
Overload with tears
That’s actually hot oil
And shut down
Page not found, my ass
Published 19th Jul 2013
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